By Rob Gerhardt
DEC 19-JAN 20 | Field Notes
I had just stepped out of the subway station when my cell phone rang. It was my father. I saw on the news that there are protesters gathering in Manhattan. Be careful getting home. OK, Dad. Thanks for letting me know. Ill be careful. I put my phone back in my pocket, reached for my cameras and felt the weight of them on my neck as I slipped their straps over my head. I adjusted my camera bag on my hip, turned the collar up on my old green army jacket, and took a deep breath as I faced the mass of protesters in front of me who had gathered in the chilly night air at Union Square.
By Tatiana Trouvé
SEPT 2021 | Critics Page
In March 2020, the world began to close its doors, first in China, then in Italy
Everywhere, uncertainty was growing. In France on March 15, 2020, the day before what would later be called the first confinement began, the front page of the newspaper Libération was headlined: "Coronavirus: Le jour davant (Coronavirus: The day before). This uneasy title is a reference to Nicholas Meyer's film The Day After. A question emerged from this mirroring game: when would be the day after? And, above all, what would that day be like?